A Scary Mommy Moment

So last night as I was soaking in the excitement about BlogHer and realizing that I was really going, Cameron was heading to bed. She went to the kitchen to throw away her water bottle, and all of a sudden she was screaming at the top of her lungs.  I get up and look at her and you can tell by the she’s screaming and hollering that she is in lots of pain, but I can’t figure out what in the world could cause this all of a sudden pain.

That’s when I noticed she was holding her foot up.  Okay….so I at least know where the pain is, but I have no idea what caused it.  I carry her to the couch to look at her foot.  She’s still SCREAMING at the top of her lungs like she’s going to die and I’m VERY scared…did she brake her ankle? Yes. I’m borderline losing it.

When I lay her on the couch, I pull up her foot to look at it and it’s solid black from wearing her new black flip flops that day.  I can’t see anything.  I ask where it hurts.  She screams. I ask again. She screams.  I finally have to yell back, “I can’t help if you don’t calm down and tell me where it hurts.”  Ok…Mommy voice won. She still has tears rolling down her eyes, but no screaming (thank you Lord).  She points to the bottom of her food (good it’s not a broken ankle). Like I said, the bottom of the foot is BLACK so I still can’t help.  I ask her if she can hobble to the bathtub and run some water over it to clean it some and explain that I can’t see anything right now. She thinks she can so she jumps to the bathroom on one leg and I head to the kitchen to try to look for the glass (or whatever has caused her this pain).

I don’t even get all the way to the kitchen when I see it – a wasp on the floor.  Not sure if it was dazed before she stepped on it, but if not she dazed it when she stepped on it. I can tell it’s alive, but it’s not really moving. I walk by it, grab the flyswatter, and bend down to swat it.  It moves it’s antenna (or whatever), but it never moves its feet or flys.  I swat it and pick it up with a paper towel to throw it outside.

By this time Cameron has her foot clean. I tell her what happened. We get the Anti-Sting stuff my grandmother gave us when bees got after Cameron last year at school and doctor it.  Of course we cover it with a Disney Princess bandaid – Disney bandaids cure everything whether they are really needed or not. Did you know that?

We tuck her into bed and all is now well.  She’s still limping. I had to write a note to the coaches explaining why she couldn’t run today,  and she thinks that was the “stupidest wasp ever” since I told her that when she stepped on it she killed it.

And through the entire ordeal, I have to admit. I forgot all about BlogHer.  Dang!  How is that for killing a buzz?  Of course as soon as she was settled in and I was back in the living room, I started researching BlogHer and Chicago some more.  :)